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"Want to say that again and see what happens, Everett?"

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At a time when others were generally about to wake up, or were already preparing to meet the day, Hella would often be leaving work - her nighttime job, at least. Gliding along the edges of buildings where there was the most shade, she shielded her eyes from the brightness of the sun as she walked, only stopping to slide on her dark sunglasses when she leaned against the walls of a still-closed shop to rest. This time, though, she was not after a stranger’s tip. A nagging feeling that a fight between non-humans was about to break out somewhere nearby prodded Hella to keep moving.

On one hand, that was a chance to break apart the fight. On the other, though... no, she ought to stay out of this. It was not her fight to lead, she did not know any of the people involved... It was best to keep to the shadows and just watch. She had heard there may have been traps laid in the area on suspicion that strange creatures did visit it on the regular - and though she wouldn’t get caught in them, it was best to keep your distance. Best not to get involved.

Although... That was part of her work, wasn’t it? To poke her nose into things. Ghosts hated having visitors, most of them too bent on vengeance or caught up in their impossible wish to be reunited with the living to have any patience to spare to a stranger or attention to give to them. The living, if Hella thought about it for long enough, were sometimes no different than them, either. And when it came to beings like werewolves and vampires... They each came with their story. And deep down inside a part of them craved an ear to tell it to.

Looking up from a few footprints that had a very subtle hint of not having been human, Hella realised she was not alone. Whatever had left the marks on the ground could well be before her eyes now. A group of figures was beginning to gather across the street, circling a man with glowing eyes. And not just an ordinary group. Werewolves. Speak of the devil. They had to be that. Hella had ran into such beings a few times before, and they could hardly be mistaken. Dammit. She couldn’t just stand by and look on as they fought. The man could probably use a hand. He was alone against them all... Before she knew it, her gun was in her hand, and she had taken aim. “Hey! It’s unfair to be so many against just one, don’t you think?”

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“Did you ever find out why they did it?”

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"It's the nature of humans to reject anything they don't understand. I imagine you have experience being the brunt of similar prejudice?" Life wasn't easy for those who were considered half-breeds and both humans and otherworldly creatures tended to look down on those they felt didn't belong to either category.

"This is the first time I've met a werewitch, though. I only heard stories when I was a kid." But those had been overly dramatic tales told by his brother in an attempt to keep him from playing in the forest after dark. Now that he was faced with a real one, Rang wondered just how accurate those stories were.

He grinned.

"That's a deadly combination."

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she gets bored of the tour after about twenty minutes of lame ghost stories and overly-excited tourists. but it was on her list ( the list of the top 50 things that every tourist should do in new orleans ), and her list is just about the only thing keeping her sane lately. her list is meant to distract herself from the echoing loneliness inside of her, the painful void of being an orphan --- some days it works better than others. it takes her until the second graveyard to ditch the tour group though, and even then it’s only because bonnie texts her back that she thinks, maybe, there are some witchy bennett ancestor remains in new orleans, and now, caroline has a new mission. this part of the cemetery is a lot less old and crumbly, but she figures she has all day, might as well start with the newest and work her way around. besides, in the few times she visited her dad’s grave, she’s always liked reading the brief snippets of peoples’ lives. morbid as it may be, it’s comforting, and sometimes humorous. she makes it through most of the graves before she notices the guy. he’s not sobbing. not displaying any outward signs of emotional turmoil, but she can sniff out grief easily enough now. caroline gives him space --- or at least as much as she’s able to before curiosity gets the better of her. ❝ excuse me, hi, ❞ she smiles, politely apologetic as she stops a few headstones away from his. ❝ do you speak french? --- i’m trying to find a specific grave but, some of them are in french, which --- duh, right? it’s the french quarter but for some reason that didn’t really register as like, french-french to me, you know? i mean you might not --- if you speak french. ❞ / @darkharbinger + plotted starter !

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" i suppose if i quack like a duck therefore i am a duck with that line logic of yours. " she deadpanned, her eyes lidded half-way as if she was bored with the conversation the moment he started speaking. amelia refrained from scoffing at the mention of innocent lives; they were far from innocent. if he was referring to the corpses of descendants of the vampire hunters that murdered her own family, then no... they were not innocent by any means. she promised herself that any remnant of the families who partook in the slaughtering of her sons will know no peace.

" i find it amusing how eager you are to oppose me, despite not knowing a single ounce of truth. " she started, her eyes kept firm on his person as she prowled around him in a steady, methodical manner. as if she was inspecting an art installation within a gala with the way she was scrutinizing him. " you seem overly keen to catch a glimpse of just a fragment of the picture to fit your skewed vision of a monster you seek. with that said, if you wish to cross me, it will not end well for you. " amelia slowed to a stop in front of him yet still kept a reasonable distance between them.

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“Why did you join a coven connected to vampires? Don't they just use you for their own ends? Witch covens use their own even in the best of times, I can't imagine its any different”

“You’re so nosy. Nosy, nosy, nosy." Maybe she should start printing business cards. My name is Juliette and you're not entitled to my backstory. "You think maybe I just love the chic black robe look when I'm spellcasting? Just a shot in the dark here. Could it be that you are this grumpy when you see other people's loyalty because you have literally no one left alive to be loyal to?" Juliette's sweet tone wasn't exactly innocent. "Get more imagination honey."

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Tonight's patrol took Buffy into the city of the dead and immediately greeted by two vampires. The first one came charging at her that all she had to do was hold up her stake and he ran right into it. The second one was smarter, but not by much. He held his own as long as he could, but all it took was one front kick from the California native and the vampire stumbled backwards, literally tumbling over a gravestone. Buffy immediately burst out laughing.

“Wow, that was really funny-looking,” she taunted the vampire. “Could you do it again?”

The vampire growled at her. “I’ll kill you for that!” He charged at her.

“For THAT!?” She mocked him. “What were you trying to kill me for before!?”

She punched the vampire in the face as he came at her and then dodged his punch. The two exchanged blows until she was against a wall of a tomb. The vampire seemingly had her cornered, but Buffy put both of her hands on his shoulders and hoisted herself up sitting on said shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head. Using both of their upper bodies as leverage, Buffy brought herself down to the ground, using her legs to bring the vampire over her head and slam him down on the ground and then quickly got up. Before the vampire could respond, she staked him and he poofed into dust.